Saturday, October 8, 2016

Daily Dose

From The Waves, by Virginia Woolf


"Perhaps before they put out the light they go into the little garden and look at the giant rabbit crouched in its wooden hut.  That is the rabbit they will have for Sunday dinner.  Then they put out the light.  Then they sleep.  And for thousands of people sleep is nothing but warmth and silence and one moment's sport with some fantastic dream.  'I have posted my letter,' the greengrocer thinks, 'to the Sunday newspaper.  Suppose I win five hundred pounds in the football competition?  And we shall kill the rabbit.  Life is pleasant.  Life is good.  I have posted the letter.  We shall kill the rabbit.'  And he sleeps."

From page 201

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